This'll be a three-shot. Post-Fire Across the Galaxy. Dedicated to the one who demanded it.

Legendoffun

I paced up and down, waiting for the news of the Grand Inquisitor. We weren't related or friends, but he had been tutoring me with my electric staff. I wasn't force-sensitive like he was, but I believed I could make up with my strength, flexibility and anger. I slumped down into a chair after thirty minutes. He would've called by now. Or at least let me know that they had almost taken the information from that stubborn rebel. What was his name again?

Colan..no, Kanan...Kanan..Jamar? No...Kanan...Jarrus.

I pulled out my staff and whirled it around. No news in hours. I was starting to get worried. I shook the thought away.

No. Being worried is for the weak. I am strong. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken...

I shivered involuntarily, thinking back to when I had first met him. Then, I was only seven. I had been taken away from my parents. Forced to work in spice mines and coal mines. I was lucky that I had escaped with my life. Then the Republic came and waged war with the Separatists. Four years passed by and yet, where I was, I had yet to be liberated. Then I had tried escaping with a bunch of other rebels. Then everything went terribly wrong. In the group I had been with was three adults and a young boy. At the last bridge we had been found out and they had shot the cables, making it unstable. I hadn't crossed it when the second cable snapped.

They had all made it across and wanted to flee, but the boy stopped. He wanted to go back. Go back and get me. Risking his freedom to save me, a useless, weak human girl who had no idea what she had gotten herself into. They didn't care when he tried to reason with them and just ran. He ran towards me, they ran off. He reached out for my hand. And then I heard it. A loud bang. I saw his body go stiff, and he fell into the abyss. He died trying to save me.

But it was all for nothing. I worked at that retched mine for another year under close surveillance. Then I was forced to be sold to a bounty hunter as one of their servants. By now, I was fifteen. Then the bounty hunter I was serving under began to take a likening to me. But I wouldn't bear being a slave to strangers for the rest of my life. So I did the only thing sensible.

I ran.

It had been several hours since the last message I had heard from the Grand Inquisitor. Suddenly, the door to my room opened.

"Amber. I have something to tell you." I turned around to see one of my most frequent visitors. It was Jake. He was a Mandalorian with dirty brown hair and blue eyes. I could tell he wanted to be friends with me, but I didn't.

Friends would only drag you down. I thought miserably.

"Well? What is it?" I questioned, picking up a small glass.

"Uhm...well..." He hesitated. My eyes flickered with the slightest hint of anger and I tapped my foot impatiently. I could just tell he was starting to get nervous because he knew real well I had one terrible flaw.

I had a short-temper.

"The...The Grand Inquisitor is...dead."

"What?!" I shrieked. He covered his ears and flinched at my loud, angry voice. The glass that was in my hand was no more. It was just shards digging into my skin.

"He's dead." Jake repeated again, as if I hadn't heard him.

I balled my hand into a fist, ignoring the pain of the glass digging deeper into my hand. "How?"

"The prisoner..." Jake started.

"Kanan Jarrus killed him."

Yeah, this is based on a OC named Amber who will not be thrown away after this three-shot. I plan on bringing her back for something else. Like my other SWR fanfictions. This will be K plus because I want to keep this clean. If you want it as a T story, you can think of things I've left out. Amber is a human with reddish-brown hair and green eyes. Jake is a Mandalorian. I'm a person at a computer typing this. Hope you enjoy. Leave reviews.

Spectre 11~

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